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 Part 3 - Rick hack's Wendy's computer and reads an account of her second
affair that she shared with a new online friend.

   ***

   I woke up the next morning foggy from my tortured sleep.  While
showering for work I resolved to at least find out just how many times
Wendy had done this, whether she was going to do it again, and most
importantly whether she was going to leave me soon.  I should have hated
her, but wanted to keep her as my wife now more than ever, and I was not
about to surrender her to the competition without a fight.

   I skipped breakfast that morning and headed straight for her laptop,
hoping to find some sort of clue.  She was still sound asleep upstairs, and
I knew I had a little time to snoop around.  Finding what I needed was
surprisingly easier than I thought it would be.

   She had deleted the web browser history, but the program that stored her
passwords was easily accessible.  She had given me a password in the past
to check something for her when she was out, and I punched it in.  It
opened up, and I had access to every online account that she maintained. 
The first 20 or so were fairly vanilla, shopping sites and such, but as I
scrolled down to recent additions the reading became more interesting.  You
could track the decay of our sex life and the rise of her extramarital life
by the list of sites she had passwords too.  Several erotic fiction sites
were there at the top, then an internet personals site for married people
looking for affairs.  After that were three websites with interracial
content.

   My heart was pounding in my chest.  How many times had she cheated? 
Were they all black?  I needed to know more.  I quickly jotted down the
dating site as well as a couple of the interracial sites along with her
login information before shutting down her computer.

   I was a train wreck at work that morning, and eventually made an excuse
to leave for lunch early.  I took my laptop and found a coffee shop with
WiFi and sat where no one could see over my shoulder.  The first site I
loaded was the dating site, and quickly discovered how popular my wife had
become.  Her inbox was full of messages, and I soon found several messages
between her and a man named Tony.  He was the only black man who had
messaged her, and the only one she had replied to.  The first several
messages were mostly sex chat, playful but nothing serious.  Then I found
the pictures she had sent, innocent but sexy at first, revealing and erotic
at the end.  Then the last message from Tony, requesting to see her in
person, and her reply saying yes, with her cell number.  My mind reeled,
wondering what had happened after that, scouring my mind to remember how
she had acted a few months back when this meeting was supposed to happen.

   I returned to her profile, finding several other messages since that
date from other men, none of whom she had replied to.  None of them had
been black, however.

   I checked the interracial sites next, already knowing what I would find.
She had profiles on the personals section of each, and her picture was
stunning.  Her face was obscured, but I knew it was her.  She was wearing a
skimpy black cocktail dress that I had not seen her wear in a few years. 
She still filled it out perfectly, her cleavage peeking out perkily from
the top of her dress.  The picture was recent, I recognized some things in
the background that had not been in our house for long.  Her engagement and
wedding rings were clearly visible on her hand.

   It looked like she had joined these sites about two weeks after her
planned meeting with "Tony," and the content of the messages she had been
exchanging seemed like they were coming from a different person.  There was
lots of raunchy talk, and some of it not very flattering to me.  That stung
a little but I read on.  What caught my eye was an exchange of messages
between her and another woman on the site named QofSpades who also lived in
Houston.  It was in these messages that I learned the details of Wendy's
romp with Tony.

   QofSpades had apparently been at this for some time, if her emails to
Wendy were true, and they had exchanged stories of their first time
cheating with black men.  For awhile I forgot it was my wife writing these
messages, they were so raw and erotic that I found myself getting hard
reading about their flings.  Once more, something that should have enraged
me was having the opposite effect.  The next few messages I got to threw me
another curve.  QofSpades, whoever she was, had messaged Wendy the email
address of someone named Denarius, of one her lovers she had met on the
site, suggesting she contact him.  A few days later Wendy wrote her to say
she had done so.  A week after that Wendy wrote again, the longest message
of the bunch, and told her of her second affair.  It read like an erotic
novel, and the images of what happened that day were as vivid as if I had
seen them myself.

   ***

   Wendy was a ball of nerves as she got out of her car at Denarius' condo.
It wasn't as bad as the day she met Tony a few weeks back, but cheating was
still something she was not fully comfortable with.  Not enough to turn
back though.  The woman she had befriended online, whom she still only knew
as QofSpades, had set them up, and she could not believe she was going to
meet a man on the advice of a complete stranger.

   Denarius lived in a trendy area in Midtown, far enough from their
neighborhood to be discreet.  When they were chatting online he told her he
was a surgery resident at the nearby medical center.  He said his schedule
made it too difficult to date, but he had found ample lovers in the
interracial dating subculture.  QofSpades had been his first, but by no
means last, since he had started training three years ago.  His pictures
were sexy as hell, tall and muscular and built like a quarterback.  They
had made an instant connection, and as soon as Wendy sent him the same pics
she had sent Tony he replied with his cell phone number.  She had called
the next afternoon.  He sounded tired but perked up quickly when he
realized it was her.  After they had talked for a while, getting to know
each other's expectations and interest, he asked her to meet him.  He had
to work long shifts for the rest of the week and the weekend, but had a day
off coming up the following Monday.  He invited her over to his place for
"lunch" and without hesitating she had accepted.

   Walking up the path to his condo Wendy wondered how many other married
women had made this trip over the past few years.  He had alluded to seeing
"several" since QofSpades, but how many was that?  She glanced down at her
left hand, seeing her wedding ring still in place.  She had not bothered to
remove it today, Denarius already knew she was married, and some of the
things she had read online suggested it was a turn on to the men.  She was
about to find out for herself.

   She knocked on his door and waited nervously, shifting from one
high-heeled foot to the other, once again wondering what prying eyes might
see as they walked past.  There was no answer, making her think this was
some elaborate joke.  She was about to turn and walk away when the door
swung open to reveal Denarius's tall dark frame.  He was visibly pleased to
see her, clearly not disappointed in her looks, and invited her in.

   "Sorry it took me so long to get to the door.  The place was a mess and
I had to pick up a few things in the bedroom."

   The ease with which he referred to the bedroom almost made her blush. 
It was no secret what she had come here for, but the confidence in his
voice something she had not expected.  Not quite arrogance, but clearly the
tone of a man whom had not been turned down very often.  "The bedroom huh?
What makes you think I am here to see that?" She replied playfully.

   He reached down, gently wrapping his large hand around her left hand,
and lifting it up.  "Not many women with wedding rings on their hands stop
by to sit on the couch with me and watch sports."

   "Does it turn you on, me still wearing it?" He was gently pulling her
closer.  He was younger than her, mid 20's to her 34, and very fit.  The
outlines of his chest were imprinted on his T-shirt.

   "I respect the ones that leave it on more.  No games.  They know what
they're here for." He spun her diamond around to get a better look.  "The
man who bought this must be a wealthy guy.  Does he know what you're up to
when he's at work?"

   She jumped a little at that.  "I didn't come here to talk about my
husband."

   "So this wasn't his idea?"

   "Are you kidding me?  Why the hell would you think that?"

   "Let's just say it wouldn't be the first time.  Anyway, I'm glad that
you aren't here doing this for some loser to get his kicks.  It makes it
more fun when it's cheating."

   Wendy's mind reeled a little at the though of a man sending his wife out
to have sex with another man.  She had always thought swingers swapped
partners, not simply hand their wives over to other men.  Still, something
about the thought of Rick knowing turned her on even more.  "Fuck him." She
said, and started to unbutton her blouse.  "If he had any interest in this
I wouldn't be here today."

   Denarius pushed her blouse open and cupped her breasts through the white
lace of her bra.  "Damn, those are nice.  He's a fool to ignore these." He
freed one hand and pulled her close, still cupping her other breast, and
they kissed deeply.  He pulled her bra down, freeing her right breast, and
moved down to suckle her rigid nipple.

   Wendy moaned and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, digging
in gently with her manicured nails.  "That feels so good.  Please don't
stop."

   He pulled the other cup down and moved over to swirl his tongue over
that side as well.  He took his time, moving with the skill of someone who
had done this before.  She wiggled out of her blouse, letting it fall to
the floor, and felt him reach around and unsnap her bra with one hand.  She
freed her arms and let it fall to the floor as well.  She stood there
topless, pausing to savor the look of lust in Denarius's eyes as he took in
her form.  She continued the striptease, slowly unzipping the side of her
skirt, and letting it slide down her stocking clad legs into a puddle
around her heels.  She turned and walked slowly across the room wearing
only white panties and her thigh highs.  "Do you want to show me that
bedroom now?"

   He followed her and pulled her around to face him as they neared the
bed. They kissed again, and she felt his hands exploring her curves, moving
from her breasts to her ass, and her thighs, then finally working forward
to the dampness of her panties.  "Ahhh.." she moaned as he began to rub her
wet slit through the fabric of her panties.  She arched her pelvis forward
in time with his strokes, longing to feel him inside her.  She felt her
knees give way just a little, and he pulled back slightly and began to
gently push down on her shoulders.  She dropped to her knees, facing his
crotch and the growing bulge in his pants.

   "I don't think you came here to see my bedroom." He loosened his belt,
and Wendy took over from there.

   She unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his boxers down in one
motion, freeing the biggest cock she had ever seen outside a movie.  It was
at least eight inches and thick, easily as large as some of the cocks in
the interracial movies she had watched on her computer over the past few
weeks.  She took him in her hand and began to stroke, and nearly gasped at
how hot and thick he felt.  She could feel dampness spreading further below
as her craving deepend.

   Wendy leaned in and began to lick his head and shaft until they were
slick with saliva and pre-cum, then took him into her mouth.  She made it a
little over halfway down his shaft before he hit the back of her throat,
nearly causing her to gag.  She backed off to catch her breath, then took
him just a little deeper.  She continued to work up and down his shaft, her
gag reflex fading as she took him deeper into her throat with each stroke.
Her lips felt stretched and saliva poured down her chin, but soon she felt
a twinge of pride as her lips brushed against his tightly curled pubic
hair. She kept him there for a bit, working her tongue over the underside
of his shaft.  She looked up, making eye contact with her piercing blue
eyes, and slowly backed off.  She stroked his wet slick shaft with her hand
as she stood up to kiss him again.

   "I'm soaking wet." She whispered in his ear.  "I want you inside me
now."

   Without a word he picked her up and laid her back on the bed.  He pulled
open the drawer on the nightstand and took out a rubber.  He ripped it open
and rolled it down over his shaft.  She watched mesmerized as the thin
rubber stretched to its max, wondering how it didn't break from his size.
He moved over her, hooking his fingers under the elastic of her panties and
pulling them down over her legs.  He lifted them to his nose, taking in her
scent, and threw them into open drawer of his nightstand.  "You'll be going
home without those." He said smugly as he moved his face down to her feet.

   Wendy wondered how many trophies he had collected before, simultaneously
titillated and mildly offended at his presumptuousness.

   He began kissing slowly up her nylon stockings, peaking her arousal, and
soon was kissing around her freshly shaved pussy.  She felt hot breath over
her swollen labia, followed by his wet firm tongue probing into her slit.
"Oh my fucking God!" she groaned, pushing her hips forward into his face.
"Oh shit that feels good." He worked his tongue expertly over her clit,
around her lips, and into her soaking pussy.  He took his time, bringing
her just to the edge before backing off, keeping her at the brink of
orgasm. When she felt like she could take no more she nearly screamed,
"Make me cum baby, oh please make me come now!"

   He obliged, turning his attention to her clit and flicking his tongue up
and down each side.  Within seconds her hips began to buck as her body
shook with orgasm.  She dug her fingers into his scalp, pulling his face
firmly into her crotch until her orgasm subsided.  She slumped back on the
bed, nearly spent, but Denarius was just getting warmed up.

   He slid up between her legs and sat up, pulling her hips up from the
bed. He held her up with one hand and pressed his rigid cock against her
cunt.  She was drenched, allowing the head of his cock to slide in with
just a twinge of pain.  She felt stretched, every nerve in contact with hot
flesh.  He began to push in deeper, now with both hands cupping her ass and
pulling her onto his shaft.  She was still too spent to move and merely
gave her body over to him, feeling herself filled like never before.

   He began fucking her with quickening strokes, sending waves of pleasure
through her body that she had never experienced before.  She regained her
energy enough to gyrate her hips in time with his thrusts, stretching the
skin around her clit tight with each stroke.  "Fuck me baby.  Fuck me good.
Oh my God you are so fucking big!"

   "You're such a fucking whore.  Your tight little married pussy feels so
fucking good on my cock."

   Wendy winced a little at that, no one had ever spoken to her like that
before, in bed or out.  She looked down at the muscular black form between
her legs, his cock banging against her cervix with every stroke, and knew
it was true.  Only a whore would be on her back in a near stranger's bed
getting her brains fucked out while still wearing her wedding ring.  "Make
me your whore baby, fucking give me that black cock!"

   Denarius lifter her up to face him and slid off the bed and stood with
his cock still buried inside of her.  He carried her across the room to his
closet door and began fucking her standing in front of his full length
dressing mirror.  She clasped her fingers behind his neck as he lifted her
petite form up and down his rigid shaft.  "Look how fucking hot you are
right now."

   Wendy looked into the mirror, seeing herself as she had never imagined
before.  Her blonde hair bouncing with every thrust, the contrast of his
dark black skin against her white stockings and pale skin.  His large hands
gripping her ass as he bounced her up and down on his cock.  She watched
herself being ravished, unable to look away until her body began to shake
with another orgasm.  She was too spent to scream, and merely bit her teeth
gently into his shoulder and moaned.

   Finally he sat back on the bed with her on top, never pulling his dick
out, and positioned them where she was still facing the mirror.  His black
skin was drenched with sweat.  "Now make me cum baby.  Show me how good of
a little white whore you are."

   Her body wanted to collapse on the bed, but he had made her cum like she
had never felt before, and she was determined to finish the deed.  She
began to slide up and down his shaft, now feeling almost as much soreness
as pleasure.  Looking into the mirror she caught another glimpse of
herself. Her perky breasts bounced up and down, her nipples still rock
hard. From this angle she could clearly see her labia stretched tightly
around his cock with every stroke, gripping him tightly with her flesh. 
She caught her second wind, giving herself a show in the mirror as she
fucked him with renewed energy.  The woman she saw in the mirror was never
going to be able to go back to "normal" sex again, whatever that used to
mean.

   Out of the blue she thought "What if Rick could see this?", and almost
lost her rhythm.  She cleared her mind, but began to wonder how much longer
she could keep up this pace.  She didn't have to wonder long, as Denarius
moaned loudly and began to pump her from below as he came.  It felt like
his cock expanded suddenly, then began to slowly recede.  She leaned
forward and kissed him deeply.

   When he pulled out she saw what looked like a cupful of jizz filling the
tip of the condom.  She watched with dismay as it ripped up the side as he
began to slide it off, spilling the contents down his shaft in a thick
white stream.  My God, what if that had happened inside of me?  She though.
They had fucked for so long it had been stretched to its breaking point.

   "Oops!" he said with a sly grin that made her think this sort of thing
had happened to him before, and not always after he had pulled out.  "Guess
I need to buy a bigger size."

   She had no idea what to say and just slumped back onto the bed with her
heart racing as he went to the bathroom to clean up.

   They chatted in bed as they cooled off, talking about his work as a
surgery resident, but she was surprisingly uninterested in what he had to
say now that the sex was past.  Her mind was already thinking forward to
the next time; with him, or Tony, or whomever.  She glanced at the clock
and saw that she would be late to pick up the kids at school if she stayed
any longer.  "I have to go.  Thanks for a great time."

   "Anytime.  For you my door is always open."

   As she dressed she considered retrieving her panties from his
nightstand, but ultimately decided it would be more kinky to leave them
behind.  She pulled her skirt up over her stockings, seeing several runs in
them from the day's activities, and knew she could not walk outside wearing
those.  She slid them off and tossed them playfully at Denarius.  "I guess
you get another couple souvenirs."

   When she walked out his door she felt nearly naked, she had never been
in public with a skirt and no panties before.  She turned to see a man in
scrubs leaving the door of the condo across the walk.  The logo on the
front was the same as Denarius' hospital, they obviously knew each other.
He gave her a knowing smile and a small wave and turned to walk towards the
parking lot, shaking his head slightly.  She blushed furiously, already
feeling naked and now exposed.  How many women had he seen leaving this
apartment with their hair mussed and their makeup not quite right?  She
waited until he was in his car before heading to the parking lot herself,
walking as fast as her high heels could manage.

   Later that afternoon while the kids were out back playing she logged in
to her computer and wrote to QofSpades, thanking her for setting her up
with Denarius.  Almost immediately she received a reply, asking for all the
juicy details.  She spent the next 15 minutes writing her reply, including
every new sensation she had experienced.  As she typed she felt herself
getting wet all over again, already longing for her next experience.  She
clicked send on the message and began to browse the personal ads, looking
for her next lover.

   The sound of a car pulling up out front startled her.  She quickly shut
the laptop and hurried over to the front window.  She was relieved to see
that it wasn't Rick, she was in no shape to see him just yet.  Instead she
saw a tall black man get out of a Lexus sedan.  Her heart skipped a beat,
taking in his looks.  He walked around to the trunk and removed a real
estate for sale sign and walked towards their neighbor's house.  She had
only seen him briefly, but knew that she had found her next target.  No
computer dating for this one, she was going to seduce him the old fashioned
way.
   ***